“She tried to save herself from the world and lost her soul in her home”

Untold Stories

We live in a world, where we hear tragic stories every single day. But unfortunately, there are some stories which never made their way to the headlines. These stories take place behind the walls of our honorable and respectable homes. These stories belong to the ones who are living every single moment of their lives for the saving grace of their families. And yet end up losing their lives disgracefully by the so-called protectors of their families. Yes, I am talking about the ones which by default of their gender are still deprived of their basic rights as a human. These souls have so many untold stories graved in their hearts, stories of their self at war, stories of their emotions break down, stories behind the scars on their skin and stories of the time when their presence wiped into the thin air. But nobody talks about them and nobody is there to protect them.

Her Presence Means

She was always told, she should not suppose to go alone outside, it’s not safe out there. But what about the dangers she is dealing within inside. Yes inside of her home. Unsafe by the men of her family. Tortured for the sake of the egoistic nature. Raised under the boundaries of the notion that ( nahi log kaya kahien gai) no what people would say. And all along she questioned herself, who is she, what’s her presence means, is she alive to please everyone around her or to live her life selfless as per the purpose tailored for her. She struggled to find the answers to her misery, but she gives up with a sigh and the realization that all this time she was trying to save herself from the outside world but she lost her soul in her home. Because that’s where she keeps her guards down and her presence means nothing other than the burden of life.

Devils Inside Our Homes

Yes, I know that we have been told we should protect ourselves from the devils in our society. We should not stay outside late at night. We shouldn’t dress immodestly. We shouldn’t talk in a friendly way with the strangers. And maybe we shouldn’t even breadth because that might be offensive to somebody. But my only concern is what about the devils inside our homes, what about those familiar hands that try to reach us without our consent, and what about the violence we face because the meal wasn’t warm enough. Nobody tells us how to deal with that.